A friend of mine is dying. Well,… I suppose to be exact, dying faster than the rest of us, and considerably earlier than originally planned. I have lost family and many friends already, and the rate at which they are disappearing seems to be accelerating (a testament to the inexorable march through calendars that I prefer to ignore). No more birthdays for me; the absence of cake notwithstanding.
I can’t help but believe that the faster we try to make life move around us, the more quickly we move toward the end. Particularly when it comes to two things that consume the vast majority of our lives: occupation and food, or activity and fuel. The former, we are served most purely by our passions. I have written about this already (previous posts below) and, of course, have more to say (later). The concept here is best expressed in a poignant commentary by Steve Jobs.
Regarding the latter, and arguably more difficult to change, dietary habits are locked up by mountains of nutritional misinformation. Incredibly both in the human and the horse industry, we recognize more and more drugs bear less and less answers. Small factions of those worlds are beginning to grasp that health, healing and superior performance lie in real nutrition and very fundamental fuel (food) sources. Fruits vs Fritos; Vegetables vs Vinnie’s Pizza
Ok… so I’m a little biased, but geez the stuff on the right is even the same color! There’s just no way that is going to be cool for helping you last a few extra eons.
I suppose it’s a little like wanting everything, but somehow I believe there’s value in life. Much of that value is in living as healthy a life as possible for as long as we live. I’m grateful I’m able to be around for my friends when life isn’t lasting as long as we had hoped. I just wish we had all taken better care of each other, earlier.